Tim Lake is an interesting study in his own contrasts. He
can look dorky or he can look Hollywood handsome. Tim's
all-Hollywood in his role as the host of this, a takeoff of
the cable series. But, whoever writes the enigmatic prattle
that Tim mouths in the intros to the sex scenes, seems to be
mainlining esoteric literature, recreationally. Some of Tim's
palaver is as hard-to-swal­low as a tarot card
explanation manual.

However which way you modernize or package sex scenes,
though, they still rise and fall accord­ing to set
standards and practices. In which case, the material in this
volume is blissfully average. The first of three vignettes
— featuring Joey Verducci and busty Sally Layd —
is ambitious in concept and almost dismissive in execution.
Layd, a raspy blonde with a dockworker patois, cajoles a
job-seeking Verducci into mounting her. The scene explores a
variety of redundantly executed positions and ends up in an
anal missionary which serves up no satisfactory penetration
shot.

Max Steiner's scene with Umma, a voracious Oriental slut, on
the other hand, is textbook anal at its best. After stalking
her outdoors, Max takes her back to his place and begins
spreading her muff wide enough to accomodate The Great Wall
of China. Using his fingers in Umma's ass like Genghis Khan's
advance scouts on the Manchurian frontier, Max follows up
with an attack-retreat-attack pattern on her sphincter that
is both authoritative and enormously satisfying to watch.

Unfortunately, the momentum doesn't carry over into the next
scene between Lacy Andrews and Dave Hardman. Madeup to look
like "Goodbye Mrs. Chips," Andrews plays an
autumn-of-her-years school teacher to Hardman's student, but
it's the cameraman that needs to go to class. Phantom
insertions and way too much cable coverage describe this
scene which suggests, because of the preponderance of soft
angles, that Hardman didn't really live up to his name.

A potentially good series that needs to flag down a car
before it lands in a road bed.